Mo Fan was shocked. 'T-The Squid King can talk?! What the hell?! Can it understand human language?!'
'Not. That's not it.'
It was a kind of psychic communication. Even though Mo Fan did not hear any voices, the Squid King with the strange lump transmitted its messages to his mind through telepathic means.
'Come in and I'll kill you! We have a type of food called squid skewers that are seasoned with salad and BBQ sauce! It tastes even better if it's fresh. Come in and I'll roast you alive!' Mo Fan cussed at the Squid King.
'That's very daring of you, puny human! Come out now! I'll ask my men to get out of the way and personally kill you!' the Squid King said angrily.